CLARK THOMAS WILSON

Although I was CONVINCED that this kid was coming early, he did not. He arrived at exactly

7:59 am

on

Monday,

November 15th

He weighed a whopping

8 pounds

7 ounces

And was

20 inches

in length

And was

instantly,

irrevocably,

unconditionally

LOVED.

Family of Four.

(So this was the best picture of me, AND the best picture of Blaine.

He flinches at flashes.)

Dad & Son.

Mom & Son.

Going home!

Brother & Sister.

Totally in love,

Stacey

P.S. Do you want to see my stomach before & after (surgery site/staples) pictures? Blaine thinks that is gross. Which is true. But, I ALSO think it's kinda cool...

So, cool or gross??

This is seriously the best picture I got of my kid on Halloween.

Note to self: don't 'practice' with lighting, flash, dark scenarios on manual during holidays.

Love,

Self

Friday

Today is Friday.


You probably already knew that.


The thing about today is that I didn't really think i would be here at work! I keep expecting this kid to arrive! I keep expecting my water to break! I keep expecting the painful contractions to stay around for longer than an hour! I keep expecting something that is not happening.


I'm sure you feel really sorry for me. Especially you moms who had to endure 42 weeks of pregnancy. Especially you moms who had to endure DAYS of laboring at full force. Especially you moms who had to endure pushing a huge kid out your who-ha. Or worse.


I'm sorry for complaining at 38 weeks 6 days. I am weak! I am a wuss! I am poor! Please forgive me.


Whew.


Thank you for listening.


You rule.


Maybe you could rule even more & come visit me at the store today? Bring ice cream? Just talk? Encourage me? Hug me? Buy a bunch of maternity clothes? Tell me I look skinny? Bring french fries? Wash my car? Just a few suggestions.


Or was that really pushing it?


Love ya,
Still Pregnant Stacey

My prayer for today

and really "should" be for everyday.

But, I am starting today.

AND, a new little phrase I learned from my dear friend Kelly this evening:

**stop "should"-ing people.

I will start with me.

On to today's prayer for myself:

***

Lord God,

Please help me to see others with YOUR eyes: their beauty rather than their ashes;

Please help me to hear others they way YOU hear them: calling for help and allies;

Please help me to breathe the fresh scent of YOU in those around me;

Please help my heart to break for what breaks YOURS and to rejoice with what rejoices YOURS;

Please reveal to me a new way to experience this life and the amazing people that YOU have created.

Please reveal to me the complicated, nuanced individuals that I encounter; and recognize our similarities.

Please help me to be like-minded, having the same love, being one in spirit and in purpose.

Please help me to humble myself - being made in your likeness, but NOT in equality with YOU.

That's all.

For today.

I definitely need YOUR help.

Thank you,

YOUR child, Stacey

W-T or Ingenious?

But first, a photo of me at 37 weeks preggers.

And now on to today's topic:

I have a carseat that we used for Jane.

It is pink.

I can't really have my little baby boy riding around in a pink carseat.

That would be mean.

I might as well name him Sue.

So, I looked around for car seat covers.

Everything was too....

camo...

or cutesy....

or ugly...

or frilly...

Simply not my taste.

Enter RIT. Fabric Dye. In Black.

I followed the instructions.

It was supposed to be "BLACK".

Although you can see that it is kinda-grey. Really kinda purple.

So, am I ingenious? Or am I a little white trash? Or a little bit o' both?

Either way, stressing over this thing & going out to get a pedicure kept me from frowning at election results all night.

Much love,

Trailer Park Barbie